My back hurts at this point in the game. Not a crippling pain or anything, but enough of an ache that a hot corn sack has become my nightly companion. I can’t imagine life without it! (Katie Ruprecht, something tells me that these were a Christmas gift from you at some point. I’m so glad Steve held onto them!)

In addition to heat therapy, I have a wonderful husband who has been a sport about giving me back rubs. Usually. When I whine enough. The thing is, massages are hard when the recipient has a belly the size of a watermelon and can’t lay on her front side! That’s where a little creativity comes into play.

We’ve discovered that if I sit in front of Steve, he can practice his percussion techniques on my back and it works almost as well as a real massage! It’s a real win-win (maybe even win-win-win) because he gets to pretend he’s still drumming, I get pain relief AND the neighbors don’t have to deal with “that guy” in the building who is playing drums at all hours of the day/night.

I know, Steve. It’s not the same as actually playing the drums. I’m just trying to look on the bright side here.